- What's your ideal type?

           Well, isn't that the most obvious question? I mean don't writers get tired of that!

            - A girl who is pretty & honest.

I answered without a thought , because hell that wasn't my answer, that was writer noona wrote,  it wasn't like she would let me answer it truthfully. The mc kept asking question while I was answering on auto-pilot, answering everything according to script. Meanwhile at back of my mind, I started to imagine what perfect world would be like… nobody judged others; everyone was free to follow their dreams & didn't feel burdened by society about their decisions. Where I could be anything, be whoever I want. I would be honest with my fans. I would be able to tell them what was on my mind; then my answer would be:

            - A tall handsome boy, I think I want to be in a relation with someone who is smart & trustworthy. 

I could predict how fans would react… some would say I meant minho because of first part & some would say onew because of second & jongkey fans would be disappointed but never give up…

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After interview, I headed back to dorm. I was a bit eager to get home sooner because I knew other members schedule; tonight dorm would be empty and quiet so I will get some sleep. My schedules were too heavy these days.

Well, all my fantasies of a nice & long sleep vaporize into air when I opened the door & smelled Italian food. My stomach growled. What was going on? Nobody ate Italian beside me in shinee. I entered the kitchen & saw a table full of food, well my favorite food and 2 plates with 2 glasses of red wine.

Oh… he was such an opportunist…so he had set up a dinner date at home. He had ordered; it wasn't like he could cook; let alone Italian food but still… it was heartwarming… he was always romantic… I wanted to smile but I couldn't. I knew what was gonna happen after dinner & honestly I was tired & rather to sleep; well I knew he was not going to let me. He never did. Oh my sweet sleep…

It felt kinda weird, dorm sound suspiciously quiet. Maybe he is hiding somewhere. Then a pink sticker on refrigerator came in my view.

(bummie I know you're tired and want to go straight to bed; also I know  you haven't been eating much lately. I have schedules so I can't be eating dinner with you so instead imagine I'm sitting in front of you.  Eat well, love puppy)

A wide smile reached my lips. Maybe jonghyun was always too energetic and sappy. He was really far from my ideal type but it didn't matter. He was what I need.

I start eating; thinking at least one part (the bigger part) of my life is perfect.